Fang Qinyang blocked the door for a long time and didn't move, and suspicion gradually appeared in Zhou Li's eyes, "She's not there?"

Fang Qinyang: "...... Yes, in the upstairs bedroom."

Zhou Li's aura was too strong, and when he looked at him like this, Fang Qinyang unconsciously gave way to him.

Then she saw Zhou Li walk to the shoe cabinet, take out the pair of men's slippers from it, change them and go upstairs, as if she had returned to her own home.

Jiang Mingzhu heard the sound of opening the door and thought that Fang Qinyang was back, and turned around and was about to talk to her, but saw Zhou Li's face.

She was stunned for a moment, and her eyes were a little dazed for a moment.

Zhou Li frowned at the scene in the bedroom and Jiang Mingzhu's state.

The wooden floor was covered with cotton wool and cloth, a mess, and there was a pair of sharp scissors, and Jiang Mingzhu's hair was messy, her eyes were red and swollen, there were blood marks on her legs, and her arms were also pinched into bruises and purples.

Zhou Li walked to the side of the bed and looked down at her, his deep eyes surging with complex emotions.

Jiang Mingzhu craned her neck and looked at him, "Did you buy milk tea for me?" Have you read my WeChat messages?"

Her voice was different from usual, very hoarse, as if her throat had been broken.

Zhou Li put the milk tea bag on the bedside table, and Jiang Mingzhu couldn't wait to open it.

"It's still my favorite taro crispy!" She was like a child who had eaten candy, "Thank you, brother, brother is so kind to me."

She smiled at this point, but the way she smiled with swollen eyes seemed a little unnatural.

Zhou Li: "What are you crying about?"

Jiang Mingzhu's hand holding milk tea froze in mid-air, the smile on his face disappeared in an instant, and his head hung down.

Zhou Li sat on the edge of the bed and pressed her shoulder, "I asked you what you were crying about."

Jiang Mingzhu: "I told you on WeChat."

Zhou Li immediately remembered the screenshot of the news sent to him by Jiang Mingzhu.

In the afternoon, Jin Rou announced through the media that the Zhou family personally held a birthday banquet for Zhan Yubai, which caused a lot of discussion and overwhelming news.

Jiang Mingzhu sent a message, and Zhou Li knew that she would be "jealous", but she didn't expect the reaction to be so strong.

Zhou Li's gaze was a little more complicated, and he stared at her closely.

Jiang Mingzhu put his head into his arms, and his voice trembled, "You're about to get married, aren't you?"

Zhou Li didn't answer.

Jiang Mingzhu: "I'm so jealous of her, why can she marry you, and I can only be a disgraceful sleeper?"

Her words were aggrieved and excited, with a strong sense of unease, as if she had been robbed of her beloved man.

Zhou Li's expression was even more complicated.

Jiang Mingzhu hugged his waist tightly, "Am I not as good as her? You and I obviously enjoyed it when we were ***......"

Zhou Li raised his hand and touched the back of her head, although he didn't speak, Jiang Mingzhu knew that this action was comforting.

It's not easy to make him like this.

Men essentially like women to show weakness, and since he sees such an embarrassing side, she should take back her original.

"Can I hug me?" She nestled in his arms and coquettish.

A few seconds after making the request, an extra arm appeared on his waist, and Jiang Mingzhu sniffed, "When are you going to get married?"

Zhou Li: "This birthday party has nothing to do with getting married."

Jiang Mingzhu: "The Zhou family has already held a birthday banquet for her, will the marriage be far away?"

Zhou Li: "......"

Jiang Mingzhu: "If I go to her birthday party and tell everyone that we have sex, will your relationship be over?"

Zhou Li's voice suddenly became stern: "What do you want to do?"

Jiang Mingzhu: "Or...... Shall I kill her? She's dead, and you're mine alone."

She said such vicious words, but her head kept rubbing against his chest, like a little milk cat, and the contrast was strong.

Lunatic.

The first thing that came to Zhou Li's mind were these two

Word.

"You're not in your right mind." Zhou Li took the milk tea with one hand, "Get up and drink, what you want."

Jiang Mingzhu shrank and didn't move.

Zhou Li: "Obedient."

Jiang Mingzhu poked his head out, with red eyes, and his pitiful appearance was very distressing.

"You feed me." She said.

Zhou Li inserted the straw and sent it to her mouth, Jiang Mingzhu drank milk tea, her cheeks bulging.

Zhou Li's serious face softened a little.

After a few sips of milk tea, Jiang Mingzhu let go of the straw, "I'm tired, I want to eat something salty."

Zhou Li: "......"

She doesn't seem to forget to do it no matter what the circumstances.

Jiang Mingzhu: "Can my brother cook for me?" I want to eat fried rice with ham and eggs."

Zhou Li: "No."

Jiang Mingzhu: "You can learn, my brother is so smart and awesome, how can he be stumped by just an egg fried rice...... Please."

Zhou Li took out his mobile phone and handed it to her, "Order takeout yourself."

Jiang Mingzhu: "No, how can you make delicious takeout."

After finishing speaking, he grabbed his sleeve and kept shaking, and his mouth didn't stop, and he kept being coquettish.

Zhou Li was given a headache by her, and his hand covered his eyebrows, "You be quiet."

Jiang Mingzhu: "Then you agree?" Carry me down, I want to watch you cook!"

Immediately afterwards, his arms and legs wrapped around him and hung tightly against him like a koala.

When Zhou Li stood up, he asked coldly, "Don't you need the princess to hug you today?"

Jiang Mingzhu was so happy, "Brother still remembers that I like the princess hug, I'm so happy, I love you to death!"

She kissed her the face, and Zhou Li immediately regretted what he blurted out just now.

Jiang Mingzhu has returned to her usual skinless and faceless appearance, and if she gives a little sunshine, it will be brilliant.

It's noisy, but it's much stronger than when I went crazy just now.

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Since Zhou Li went upstairs, Fang Qinyang has been sitting downstairs.

Normally, she wouldn't worry that Jiang Mingzhu wouldn't be able to cope with Zhou Li, but today she was not in the right state.

Seeing Zhou Li coming down from upstairs with Jiang Mingzhu in his arms, Fang Qinyang suddenly felt that his previous worries were superfluous.

Jiang Mingzhu glanced at Fang Qinyang, and Fang Qinyang could be sure that she had recovered.

Fang Qinyang: "I'll go and prepare dinner, will Mr. Zhou stay for dinner at night?"

Jiang Mingzhu: "You don't have to worry about me, he will cook for me tonight."

Fang Qinyang looked at Zhou Li in surprise.

Does Zhou Li still cook?

Fang Qinyang: "...... Then I'll go back first, Mr. Zhou, Zhuzhu will leave it to you."

Zhou Li: "Yes."

Jiang Mingzhu was carried to the restaurant by Zhou Li, and after he put her on the chair, he went to the refrigerator to get something.

There was just some leftovers from noon in the rice cooker, which saved a lot of time.

Jiang Mingzhu sat on the chair and said, "I want to eat two eggs, one in the fried rice and one in the fried heart, and the ham should be cut into large pieces."

Zhou Li: "......"

I don't know how to cook, but the requirements are not low.

Jiang Mingzhu watched Zhou Li chopping vegetables for the first time, and unexpectedly found that he was very skillful in his movements, unlike the first time.

When Zhou Li fried rice, Jiang Mingzhu could be sure that dogs could cook.

Not only can I do it, but the technology is quite good.

Soon a fried rice was placed in front of Jiang Mingzhu, fragrant, and a half-cooked fried egg was also placed on it according to her request.